In Full Devastating Exuberance
The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.
Those maintaining their strong identities,
Are depicted as 'strange'.
With those slotting everything that breathes on Earth,
In categories to help them defame and maim.
The psycopaths have been freed,
With a wish to have their philosophies...
That are mentally twisted,
Deemed as the way society should be.
With minds diseased from a poisonous greed.
People can not believe,
From birth to death they have been deceived.
And those who see it can not snap others awake.
Gone are the minds,
In celebration of traditions set up to worship.
But seen today as fake.
No one can feel united,
When tearing things apart...
Has become manifested into an artform!
People have become obsessed,
With a crushing of themselves.
To assist others 'consciously'...
With the feeding of unhappiness.
And the chasing of conflict...
As if this is an interpretation of a democracy,
Everyone should desire.
And should pariticipate in destruction more actively.
The psychopaths have been freed,
To show the power they do have.
Insanity has become the 'norm' these days.
Being absolutely crazed is a fashion statement.
Oh, it is the 'rage'.
Whether it is in the water!
Or in the food people are forced to eat.
Something creating a mindset focused on hate.
Is not an uplifting experience.
But this clearly can be observed...
As a direction our society has chosen to take!
In full,
Devastating...
Exuberance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Obligated to be Crazed
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Poisoned by foods processed and packaged.
Tainted by liquids,
Whether alcoholic or faucets tapped.
Chemicalized soft drinks and sugared cereals...
Leave our children hooked.
And parents left with empty pocketbooks.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
Those claiming to have faith,
Feel unsafe in their homes.
They call themselves 'christians'
But pack guns to protect themselves...
From lifestyles they have condoned!
They are the ones believing they have rights,
Of all kinds.
Even to self destruct...
In racial divisions,
They've been conditioned to keep up!
And like ducks following 'quacks'
To be led like sheep to dead ends!
These same folks provoke others in conflicts...
They inflict and then insist,
There are needs to defend.
Enlightenment for them,
Means to incite bitterness and not peace!
Blaming their standards and values have diminished.
And they would feel more secured,
By the hiring of more police on urban streets.
Obligated to be crazed!
It seems that way,
Where the people's minds are
These days.
But a self examination,
That has increased their degradation...
Is too obvious although not admitted.
That this is mindset praised.
Demented!
And obligated to be crazed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got to Notice...
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You may regret.Someone you've met.
Then get upset.
When they just turn, and walk away!
That's how it is today.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate with such rage....displayed.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
You've got to notice...
Something's wrong about these times.
You've got to notice...
People clearly out of their minds.
You've got to watch.Your back.
And every little step you take.
You can not stop.To drop...
A point of view someone will take,
And hate...you!
You can not smile. Or nod. Or say hello,
'Have a good day! '
You'll be hated anyway...
Today.
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Each and every day.
Today...
People are in a rage.
Today...
People are quick to rage.
And getting crazier...
Every day.
Don't stop. Don't stop!
Pat your feet to the beat...
Repeat!
Snap or pop your fingers,
As you hip hop down the streets.
Today!
People display such a craze!
And it seems to be 'okay',
This way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freed...
freed from having to eat only
twice a day,
from having to walk for a day
just to learn to read in school
from fetching water five mountains away
from washing my body
in that river where stones are slimy
where accidents are not seldom
from ignorance
and hunger and thirst and
indifference
from a room with triple deck beds
from a rotten dormitory
from teachers with narrow minds
from religious intolerance
from a belief that only we can be saved when this world ends
freed from a belief
that there is an ending to life
that there is only death that makes this life a meaningful stay
freed from the tradition of strong family ties that minds every detail of
how life must be lived
how funerals are conducted
what colors of candles what light is necessary
freed from Spanish rule from English domination
from from brothers of superior minds who think that only they know
where we must go
and stay
freed at last from myself who thinks that there is no more possibility
for growth
freed from an insecure living
freed from all those prisons that still lurk inside my mind
freed at last
from freedom itself
freed from fire and cold
from paradoxes and ironies
freed at last from cliches and constantly invoked metaphors
freed at last from the clutches of words
into the limitless thoughts
into sunless seas
into moonless nights
into inconceivable eternities
freed at last from the nucleus of my atom
into the mysteries of more explosions
mushrooming into space
beyond the bars of my
imagination
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Psycopaths
On the news we see abusers,
Are they psycopaths.
Drug abusers in the schools.
Are they psycopaths.
Confused sick people,
Are they psycopaths.
The misfits, unfit depicted as mad.
Are the ones paranoid,
Also psycopaths.
And the people who annoy,
Are they psycopaths.
What about the crooks,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the ones who lie and cheat,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about deceivers,
Are they psycopaths.
And the cops who beat up people,
Are they psycopaths.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
And what about the homeless,
Who have no cash.
Are they and the hungry,
Psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the rich and snobby people,
Also psycopaths.
Are the people who don't eat,
Are they psycopaths.
And those who watch their diets,
Are they psycopaths.
And those playing videos,
Killing fast!
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Raised From Birth
People do not suffer,
From their faith.
Or an abundance of it in practice,
Everyday and kept active.
People suffer from the wrong beliefs.
And a mind that is programmed...
That has been taught to feed,
By teachings of thieves.
Who then show them methods of greed.
To spread and release.
People adopt to philosophies,
That tag others with labels.
To assist in the lifting,
Of feelings that isolate them...
In divisions that split.
Into inferior mentalities,
That impresses with a dominance.
And imposes a superiority.
People have been raised from birth,
To replace a self hatred.
That makes others worship failure,
Which allows a thirst.
Cursing themselves and everyone...
With wishes to become the chosen ones.
And be viewed as the only ones,
God sees as first.
Eventually a destruction is dispersed.
And conflicts arise that threatens their demise!
People do not suffer from a faith that is unbroken!
People with a depth of it,
Would keep themselves grounded.
Unshakened with it as it is shared and spoken!
People with faith would never be undone.
Unless it was never there.
Erased and replaced by something else.
That came to chase away a faith...
And kept them praying,
Everyday!
And yet displaying...
Absolutely none!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A sixty three years old democracy
We are a democracy completed years sixty three
We are, but, yet to be freed
From the clutches of caste and creed
And, the worst of all, that of greed
While the first two divide us
The third one destroys us
Most of the decision makers
And policy makers
Are driven by these three principles
And we are still limping
Towards that horizon and daylight
Having been freed in the middle of the night
Rare it is to come across
Personalities now a days
Despite our having
More than a thousand million people
Most of our people
In poverty
And in the darkness of ignorance
Find it difficult to
Understand the qualities
Of the people, whom they elect
To rule us
Elected ones, though not in poverty,
Are as ignorant as the people
Who voted them to power
How many more independence days
Are we going to cross
In fact, there is no celebration
For most of our people
Know not what independence really means
For them it means,
Simply means, they have the right
To select wrong people
We have not forgotten our long history
We know
King’s son becomes the king
So we maintain that
Prime Minister’s son or daughter
Should become prime minister
Chief Minister’s son or daughter
Should become chief minister
We love our families
We take good care of sons, daughters,
Their off-springs
We take care of our relatives as well
We take care of people
Belonging to our caste, religion or creed
We are happy
When our elected leaders also do the same
We do not believe in technical decisions
We advocate the cause
Of taking such decisions
Which match our above
Familial policies enhancing
Opportunities for our own people
Subramanya Bharati wrote
When will our thirst for freedom quench
This thirst will never be quenched
As water to quench that thirst
Is no where visible
Nor we know where to look for it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Hurry Up! The Authorities Head This Way
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
Forget about all of that,
Common sense with sanity talk.
That has long been aborted.
And away from reality,
People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
You must choose a side very soon,
Before you've been labelled...
A maverick misfit!
Or someone with an attitude...
That expresses one to be a bad sport!
People have walked!
Or screamed their way...
Into a rehabilitation cage.
To be monitored with instructions...
For a possibility of returning back,
To take their place...
In a society completely and totally crazed.
Hurry up!
The 'authorities' head this way!
What part of insanity,
Has your endorsement and support?
If you decide right now,
To be one out of your mind...
They may leave you alone.
But I recommend don't hesitate.
Since independent thinkers...
Are quick for them to find!
'What are 'you' going to do? '
Me?
I'm prepared to tap dance.
And sing, 'Ol' Man Ribber'.
'You mean 'river'! '
No!
It's 'Ribber'.
Trust me.
Here they come!
Start shuffling.
And...
It's 'Yus Sah'!
You got that?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Enter Greed
A progressive society,
Is one in which its people are productive.
And all aspects of their deeds done,
Is towards the uplifting of the entire society.
Not one selected segment but for everyone.
ENTER GREED
A people focused on greed in a decadent society,
Develop selfish interests in deceit and evilness.
Create divisions within themselves.
And seek to punish others without limits.
Resulting in their own ignorance accepted.
With a repetition of it kept inflicted to digest.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power To The People
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
A million workers working for nothing
You better give em what they really own
We got to put you down
When we come into town
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers
How do you treat you own woman back home
She got to be herself
So she can free herself
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Now, now, now, now
Oh well, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Yeah, power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on
song performed by by Lennon John
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Caught Up In a Mess
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From a secret kept,
Discreet and much deceiving.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
Well, well...
No benefit comes to visit and stay.
And we are turned away,
From those questions we want answered.
Well, well...
We've been affected.
Well, well...
And disconnected.
Well, well...
From secrets kept,
Now destroying democracy.
Well, well...
It just amazes.
Well, well...
More are not crazed.
Well, well...
It seems we're closer,
To those final days.
Well, well...
What amazes is the feeding of the greed.
And the heat from the people raging,
That a payback is not needed.
Some say...
Accusations cause sensations deceived.
And we are caught up in a mess,
That is not cost effective.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Let The People Have Their Say
The tide is turning
Its coming from the street
Read your own wisdom
Not the headlines
Dont let them tell you
Its fine the way it is
Its our agenda
We know better
Let the people have their say
Let the people show the way
Every woman child and man
Has the power in this land
Now dont you worry
The future will unfold
If we are open and ready
We all have choices
Not just the chosen few
So raise your voices
Hold them steady
Let the people have their say
Let the people show the way
Every woman child and man
Has the power in this land
(let the people)
The time has come now
To realize our dream
To claim our future...together
Let the people have their say
(let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
(has the power in this land)
Let the people have their say
(let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
(has the power in this land)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
Let the people have their say
(let the people have their say)
Let the people show the way
(let the people show the way)
Every woman child and man
(every woman child and man)
Has the power in this land
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
Yeah yeah, yeah yo
Yeah yeah
(let the people show the way)
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Can You Come Back This Monday?
No focus has been placed,
On those of us who have become totally 'nuts'.
With the disruption of the current economy...
Some no longer pretend,
They are complete social psychopaths.
And it has become extremely difficult these days,
To separate those demented and declared crazed...
From those expressing a temporary loss of sanity.
Even the affects of racism,
Had its boundaries with unspoken certainties!
With the children of all kinds doing what they please...
Showing a lack of discipline,
With the ease of drinking alcohol, abusing drugs...
And using condoms as decorative ornaments.
One would think,
Society has long suffered from a condoned mental disease!
And this has increased in numbers.
Since their delusions teased with greed,
Has decreased significantly...
No focus has been placed on those classified as 'nuts'.
With the disruption done to the economy.
And if this should persist as it is like this...
All hell is certain to break loose.
With a way of life induced by fantasy,
Accepting chaos and rage as society's reality.
'Harry,
There is a masked man at the door demanding cash! '
~Tell him he has caught us at a bad time.
I'm still sorting through our things,
Worthy to pawn.~
'I know this is going to be disappointing!
However...
We are kind of pressed for loose change,
At the moment.
Can you come back this coming Monday?
Say around noon?
We will probably have something then for you to rob!
And please...
Forget the mask!
You nearly scared me to death! '
*Here!
Take this twenty!
I stoled it from next door.
They don't need it.
When I come back...
Give me a list of the things you need! *
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Sit, Think and Wonder
I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
Why are so many commited,
To visit with sin?
The act of praying,
Seems to have some stalled
At deadends!
Are we all twisted hypocrites?
Fixed in our ways,
And dazed by these crazed days?
I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
How can we avoid a slide that begins?
Why are so many desperately wanting to win?
And what is 'it' that has this grip?
Is satisfaction out of reach...
For those whose minds are torn and split?
Peace has become passé!
Are we foolish enough...
To let our lives be destroyed this way?
What are we obeying when we say 'In God We Trust! '
I sit,
Think and wonder...
About you and me and US!
And how we have allowed,
Our minds to be clouded
In a destruction that attracts...
A rush to destroy a trust we crush!
I sit,
Think and wonder...
What is 'this' that we are in?
Why are so many commited,
To visit with sin?
The act of praying,
Seems to have some stalled
At deadends!
Are we all twisted hypocrites?
Fixed in our ways,
And dazed by these crazed days?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because We Are The People....
we are the people
we are the multitude of
small hands &
minds
we shall see soon how the mighty fall
how the powerful rock is crushed
to become the sands that
we are
we are the people
when the might falls
we shall feel
how powerful have we been
how silly had we been to forget
that we the people
that power resides in the multitude of our small hands
and minds
soon, we shall be the people more
feeling the power in our hands
the crushing power of our feet
the power of our minds
the mighty falls
the rocks have turned into sands
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gabrielle Giffords In Political 'Crosshairs
Palin’s Gabriel Giffords in political 'crosshairs'
was an act of terrorism or stupidity?
Fueled a massacre fueled reader gunman's rage?
Sarah Palin created a list of candidates to defeat
in next election used gun crosshairs to illustrate
her intention. What influence these images on any...
troubled, angry, mentally unstable young minds?
Who sows a 'hate-filled atmosphere of unbending
partisan politics in which opponents are demonized
to the point that violence becomes not merely
possible, but probable'. Answer power hungry minds.
Are power crazed minds best choice for world peace?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation on the 'Arizona Shooting and Political Demonizing' January 9,2011 by Zach Dawes.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Choosing To Be Fooled
Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.
Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.
And sitting idle while they arrived,
Were people in denial.
Criticizing those who said...
'Be prepared for the days ahead.
Ignore the facts!
But try to get them off your back.
Ignore the facts!
And you'll lay awake in bed instead.'
Deluded are the people...
Choosing to be fooled.
Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.
Crazed are these days.
That everybody prays will go away,
With ignoring of facts.
Trying to get them off their backs fast.
Deluded are the people...
Choosing to be fooled.
With a wish,
To be fools.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down...
Dumbee doo down bee doo bee doo.
Come softly,
Fleeced sheep.
Stay sleeping,
And weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power To The People
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Say we want a revolution,
Wed better get it on right away.
Well, get yer on your feet
And into the street, singing:
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
A million workers workin for nothin,
You better give em what they really own.
We got to put you down
When we come into town, singing:
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
I gotta ask you comrades and brothers,
How do you treat your own woman back home?
Shes got to be herself,
So she can give us help, singing:
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Now, now, now, now!
Oh well, power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Oh yeah, power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, power to the people!
Power to the people!
Oh well, power to the people!
Power to the people, right on!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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To assert in any case that a man must be absolutely cut off from society because he is absolutely evil amounts to saying that society is absolutely good, and no-one in his right mind will believe this today.
quote by Albert Camus
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Ignorized
Many are starving.
More than 'many',
Have lost their dignity and homes.
Jobs are few and for some nonexistent.
Poverty grows.
And those unaccustomed to this,
Are persistently resistent.
But those who are concerned about ratings,
Of TV shows...
And which host draws the most,
Higher advertising gross.
Could care less what billions of dollars misused,
Should consciously address.
Since minds of greed represent those kinds of people.
And they are the ones,
Why this society is in a mess.
People who feed their self centeredness...
Are reasons why a decadence produces so much unrest.
And why those who are 'sane'...
Are made to be perceived as 'liberal' rejects!
Because those who have media control...
Have their minds only on pocketing dollars.
And not known to uplift with goodwill,
The needs of the masses...
To reflect their very best!
Since most TV 'execs' are soul-less leechers!
Fed to consume,
As fast as they can a trash for them...
Free of responsibility.
With only an objective to see ratings soar and zoom!
While they actively participate...
In the crushing of those viewers,
Who keep their pockets full.
As they, the people...
Unwise and ill advised...IGNORIZED!
Head hypnotized by televised lies.
Blinded are their eyes.
And faithfully fated awaiting a programmed doom.
Glued to this twistedness with anticipation and kept fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Setting Stages
There is only one explanation,
That reveals the setting stages of today's insanity.
Vanity, greed and the feeding fed of feelings,
To achieve superiority.
And a right to defend what one pleases,
To describe as an entitlement.
There is no escaping from minds intensed,
With an intent to be seen better than others.
No matter who suffers unjust and undeserving atrocities.
And deluded with beliefs humanity is dispensable,
To anyone capable of possessing 'bling'.
As if obsessed to play the role of God.
There is only one explanation,
That reveals the setting stages of today's insanity.
Vanity, greed and the feeding fed of feelings,
To achieve superiority.
And a right to defend what one pleases,
To describe as an entitlement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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